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Dec 2016
It's getting dark
and harder to breath
the air from my lungs
is escaping me
just breathe out
I can't breathe in
one thousand needles
piercing me
the vision is blurry
the sound is all deaf
I feel like this moment
will be my death
Jan Harak
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Jan Harak  Czech Republic
(Czech Republic)   
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